Douluo Continent: The Martial Soul Flowing Blade Like Fire terrifies Bibi Dong

Chapter 33 He's down, and you're talking to me about sparring?

Watch him perform.

These four words, like a red-hot branding iron, were fiercely burned into Tang San's mind.

He didn't even have time to generate any more emotions.

Because of the next moment.

Su Chen has truly disappeared.

It's not dodging.

It's not about retreating.

It's not the kind of high-speed sprint that ordinary Soul Masters rely on to achieve through explosive power.

Instead, it was as if the person had been erased from the spot without a trace, leaving not even a superfluous afterimage.

Tang San's pupils suddenly contracted.

An unprecedented chill shot up my spine and straight to the back of my head.

What about people? !

The thought had just popped into my head.

He then heard a very faint voice beside him.

"Too slow."

The sound was very close.

It was so close it was practically right next to my ear.

Tang San's hair stood on end instantly. Almost instinctively, he twisted his waist and turned around, his right arm sweeping back fiercely. His Xuan Tian Gong was circulating wildly in his meridians, trying to forcefully widen the distance in the shortest amount of time.

But he had only started halfway through his action.

Su Chen's knee was already pressing against his ribs.

boom!

The thud was not loud.

It was so heavy that it made everyone on the street shudder.

Tang San felt as if his chest had been struck head-on by an iron hammer, and his internal organs were being violently churned together.

He couldn't tell whether his ribs were broken or not for a moment.

All he knew was that his feet had left the ground.

His whole body was like a broken sack that had been violently thrown upwards, and a mouthful of blood almost uncontrollably surged to his throat.

"puff!"

Blood mist sprayed out.

The expressions of the onlookers all changed simultaneously.

fast!

It's so fast!

They were all staring intently at Su Chen, but after Su Chen took that step, most of them didn't even see which direction he moved.

next second.

Tang San had already taken flight.

Flander's eye twitched violently.

This is a speed that no ordinary Soul Master could possess!

Even many agility-type Soul Masters, and even some Soul Venerables, cannot achieve such a near-teleportation-like burst of power without releasing Soul Skills!

Su Chen, on the other hand, hasn't even lit up his spirit rings yet.

What does this mean?

This means that his attack just now was purely based on his physical abilities and some extremely strange footwork, which directly blasted Tang San away!

"Instant Step—"

The word inexplicably flashed through Flander's mind.

It wasn't because he had heard of it.

It's not because he simply couldn't find a more suitable description.

It's so fast, it's like crossing space in the blink of an eye.

This kind of thing is simply unlike any Soul Master technique that should appear in the Douluo Continent.

But Tang San didn't care what others thought.

In the instant he was in mid-air, he endured the excruciating pain churning in his chest and abdomen, gritted his teeth, and suddenly jerked his arms. The Blue Silver Grass almost instinctively shot out from his palms, trying to use the wall and the ground as a cushion for leverage.

If it were an ordinary Soul Master of the same age, things would probably be completely chaotic by now.

But Tang San is Tang San after all.

Even after being brutally beaten and stunned, their fighting instincts remain.

He wouldn't allow himself to be smashed into a wall like a dead dog, under the watchful eyes of the entire street.

At least.

At least you have to stand firm.

At the very least, I need to make sure I still have the right to make another move!

"Still trying to stabilize things?"

Su Chen's voice rang out again.

It's still so bland.

Still looking down from above.

Tang San felt a chill in his heart.

Because of the location where the sound came from, this time it was above his head.

He suddenly looked up.

Then, he froze completely.

Su Chen had appeared above him at some point, without him even realizing it.

Black hair hanging down.

His gaze was as cold as a knife.

He held the still-unsheathed dagger in one hand, while his other leg was already raised high.

That posture didn't seem like he was fighting against someone his own age.

It's more like looking down at a worm struggling to crawl back into the mud.

"Get down."

The words were spoken.

That kick came crashing down!

boom!

Tang San didn't even have time to make a complete defensive move; he could only forcibly cross his arms in front of his chest to block.

next moment.

An indescribable force poured down down my arm and shoulder blade.

click!

That wasn't the sound of bones breaking completely.

It was a piercing cracking sound from the joints and muscles under extreme pressure.

Tang San was stomped down from mid-air like a meteorite and crashed into the long bluestone street!

Gravel flew everywhere!

Dust exploded!

A visible crack actually appeared in the middle of the street, centered on the spot where he landed!

"Holy shit!"

"Is this some kind of kids fighting?!"

"Tang San was still in the air just now, wasn't he?!"

"The man was slammed hard back to the ground!"

Those mercenaries and low-level soul masters who had initially pretended to want to watch the excitement now had changed their voices.

At first, they thought it was just two talented kids fighting each other.

But now.

Who would dare to think that way?

Many people didn't even understand the process of Tang San's actions just now. They only knew that Tang San had just pounced out when he was brutally beaten into the air and then brutally stomped back into the ground.

This is no longer a contest.

It is an execution.

A blatant execution!

"The other woman!"

Yu Xiaogang finally couldn't hold back any longer, his face turned pale, and he was about to rush forward.

But he had only taken two steps when he was firmly rooted to the spot by an invisible chill.

No one stopped him.

Instead, he suddenly noticed that Su Chen was glancing at him from the side.

It was just a casual glance.

There wasn't even much emotion involved.

But the courage that Yu Xiaogang had just mustered was instantly chilled, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head.

Because he understood it.

The meaning of that glance is very simple.

You dare come over here.

I dare to trample on you too.

Yu Xiaogang's steps froze.

Humiliation, anger, and fear all choked him up, making his face turn pale.

But he dared not.

At least at this moment, he really didn't dare.

the other side.

After Tang San was slammed hard into the ground, his consciousness went blank for a moment.

A buzzing sound filled my ears.

The light in front of me also seemed to be swaying in circles.

He never imagined that he would be so badly beaten by his peers that he couldn't even think clearly.

In my previous life, I was in the Tang Clan.

Among his peers, he may not be the strongest, but he is certainly not someone who can be so easily bullied.

After arriving in Douluo Continent, he always felt that with his Xuan Tian Gong, Ghost Shadow Tracking, hidden weapons, and past life experience, as long as he had time, he would eventually be able to leave everyone behind.

Even if it's weak for now.

That's only temporary.

Available today.

Su Chen used the most brutal method to shatter the shell of pride that he held in his heart.

The opponent didn't even actually use their martial spirit.

It's all about speed.

It depends on reaction.

Relying on pure, irrational physical strength.

They stomped him hard into the paving stones.

This was even harder for him to accept than losing.

"you----"

Tang San gritted his teeth, braced himself with his hands on the ground, and desperately tried to get back up.

But he had only lifted it halfway.

One foot was already on his back.

It's not a re-stepping.

It simply fell peacefully.

But in that instant, Tang San felt as if a red-hot iron mountain was pressing down on his back.

The entire spine was groaning.

He had just managed to prop himself up a little when he was forcefully pushed back down, his face slamming heavily onto the cracked ground once more.

Snapped!

The stone chips grazed my cheek.

Blood trickled down the corner of his mouth.

The entire street fell eerily quiet in an instant.

Everyone saw it.

That kid who was just moments ago so murderous, with unpredictable footwork and ruthless hidden weapons.

Now, it was like a dead dog, being trampled on the ground by Su Chen.

I can't move at all.

"Stand up."

Su Chen's voice came down from above.

not tall.

Yet every word was piercing to the heart.

"Didn't you just want me to take this more seriously?"

"Now I'm moving."

"Why did you lie down instead?"

Tang San almost ground his teeth to powder.

shame.

An utter disgrace.

He could even feel the gazes from all directions piercing his back.

There was shock.

There is compassion.

There was also something that he found most unbearable.

fling in teeth.

"Su Chen"

His voice was almost squeezed out from between his teeth.

Su Chen, however, showed no emotional fluctuation whatsoever.

"What's wrong?"

"Still not convinced?"

"Too."

"Someone like you, who has survived to this day by resorting to sneak attacks, hidden weapons, and the flattery of teachers, is unlikely to recognize reality."

As he spoke, he gradually increased the pressure on his feet.

Tang San's face instantly twisted in pain.

The pressure on my back was increasing, as if I was being brutally driven into the ground.

But Su Chen stepped on the spot perfectly.

They won't crush him directly.

But it could crush all the muscles and bones that he tried to resist.

This is the most terrible.

This shows that Su Chen's strength is not simply brute force.

It's so large that it can be precisely controlled.

"The other woman!!"

Yu Xiaogang finally broke down completely.

He stared intently at Su Chen, his eyes turning red.

"That's enough!"

"It was just a friendly sparring match between teenagers. You've already won. What more do you want?!"

As soon as those words were spoken...

Many onlookers' expressions turned strange.

A friendly exchange?

When Tang San threw those flying needles at the eyes, throat, and knees, no one thought it was a friendly sparring match.

Now his own disciple has been thoroughly crushed.

So you're already talking about sparring?

Su Chen looked down at Tang San at his feet, then looked up at Yu Xiaogang on the side of the street.

A faint hint of sarcasm finally appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Yu Xiaogang".

"You always seem to know how to pick your moments."

"You seemed quite pleased to watch your disciple attack my eyes, throat, and joints earlier."

"Now that he's down, you come to me talking about sparring?"

Yu Xiaogang's face turned pale and then red.

He wanted to argue.

But he found himself unable to refute it at all.

Because when Tang San made his move just now, he was indeed satisfied, even excited.

In his mind, as long as he could crush Su Chen, what did it matter if he used underhanded methods?

But after Su Chen exposed his thoughts in front of everyone on the street, they became a laughing stock with nowhere to hide.

"teacher----"

Tang San lay on the ground, and upon hearing these words, it felt as if he had been stabbed in the chest.

he knows.

I lost this battle today.

And they lost badly.

But what he couldn't accept the most wasn't losing.

But what he lost was not just himself.

And then there's Yu Xiaogang's face, which he's been struggling to maintain.

This is worse than killing him.

"Where are you looking?"

Su Chen's voice fell again.

"The loser should lie down obediently."

"Don't let me trample on you while you expect your useless teacher from the 29th grade to bail you out."

These words were like a knife, stabbing deeply into Yu Xiaogang's heart.

Level 29.

waste.

These two words are his most sensitive and untouchable words.

But Su Chen always seems to choose this spot to ruthlessly trample on it.